Sweet Elaine Poem by David McLansky

Oh Elaine, I missed you so,
The dearest girl I hardly know;
A girl I met on the internet
A girl with whom I banter yet;

A girl who I thought I had lost
Whose charity was given at such a cost:
A junkie kicked her in the head;
Knocked her out, oh how she bled;

A sensitive, lively, caring nurse,
Lay on the floor, and what was worse,
With permanent damage to her brain,
Oh my poor sweet girl, my sweet Elaine.

Could she walk, was she in pain,
Who was at fault, who was to blame;
A junkie is a mental case
Had he damaged her sweet face?
And now I learned she's teaching a course
On business, really, the crazy bourse;
Had she fallen off her horse
Such a challenge I could endorse.